Love and War
Does he really love me?
When everytime he hurt me and i fall constantly on my knee
It's not love baby gurl, it's your imagination
when you think about him daily and you loose your concentration
thats pain; how can the one who told you your not ready to be in a relationship
with him
when you would never put anyone or anybody before him
that's insane;
when he makes you cry and blackin your eye and your friends tell you what your
hurt knows best which is the opposite; scratch that
that's pure mess;
You then tell yourself, I'm over him but you run to him like your his slave,
when he dont care about you and bury your precious feelings in his grave
that's cruel;
you give him what he wants he likes, but still ain't satisfied but you ask yourself
what am i suppose to do always sit here and lie with tears floating from my eyes
that's rude;
Atfer that you express your feelings on a piece of paper which he just see as red
words, full of bull; when still your heart has a bandage on it from the past stitches
that someone before him started it
that's not love; that's abandment
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